katemorrigan

I wish this one was lucid, it was pretty awesome.

I was in one of those "architecture doesn't work that way" houses. I don't remember seeing the outside ever, but the inside was all twisted around itself and very old and wooden. I did some design work for someone and we talked about the advantages and disadvantages of certain types of toys for young children. I explained to her how glued on felt eyes and stitched on eyes are better for dolls and stuffed animals than the hard plastic kind if you're planning on giving them to small children. Kids like to eat eyes off of things. The mother had black, wavy hair in a loose ponytail.

I mislabeled my nephew in the dream as Max. I have no idea why that happened, but he was running around generally being three on the ground floor.

When I got upstairs, there was an open area looking down on what probably used to be a stable or something, now it was just more house. I could see through the layers of cracking paint that there were a lot of old doorways into places that really shouldn't be able to have doorways. I pointed this out to my grandmother, who was complaining that she was too hot. She was wearing a seafoam green parka thing, but insisted that it wasn't very heavy. Then I started seeing what this room was like at another time, with the doors all functional and a fireplace on one of the walls in the room. I tried explaining it to people by showing them the remnants of things, but they didn't get it.

Over by the wall where the fireplace used to be, there were a couple of pennies on the floor that spontaneously combusted. It was pretty easy putting them out, and I tried to explain to everyone that this was where the fireplace was and that was why they were bursting into flames, but then I turned around and saw there was an open door on the second floor over the open area, and through it I could see all the people and things that used to be in the house, like a portal. Some narrator explained that it wasn't time travel, it was another dimension where the house had been taken care of better. I wanted to go through, but I don't remember anything after that point in the dream.



*Interesting note: While the "portal to another time/dimension" is already fairly supernatural on it's own, the paranormal levels skyrocket when you take into account that my grandmother is also dead. This is the first dream with her since she passed away that wasn't entirely focused on "you're dead, you can't be walking around/talking/rolling over in your coffin/etc." and her being very confused about the whole thing. My last lucid before joining this forum was just me at a bbq with the family and her being there. I realized I was dreaming and I yelled that she's dead and she needs to go away, so of course she "was never there in the first place" and my whole family was looking at me like I was a nut.